The Works of William Shakespeare, Volym 7Bickers & Son, 1881 |
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... Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus ? Apem . Thou know'st I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so much as that I am not ...
... Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus ? Apem . Thou know'st I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so much as that I am not ...
Sida 13
... Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feigned , he is so . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of ...
... Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feigned , he is so . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of ...
Sida 14
... Apem . Time to be honest . First Lord . That time serves still . Apem . The more ( 17 ) accursed thou , that still omitt'st it . ( 15 ) thank'd you ; -you , when dinner's done , ] The folio has " thankt you when dinners done , " the ...
... Apem . Time to be honest . First Lord . That time serves still . Apem . The more ( 17 ) accursed thou , that still omitt'st it . ( 15 ) thank'd you ; -you , when dinner's done , ] The folio has " thankt you when dinners done , " the ...
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... Apem . Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice . Sec . Lord . Why , Apemantus ? Apem . Shouldst have kept one to thyself , for I mean to give thee none . First Lord . Hang thyself ! Apem . No , I will do nothing at thy bidding : make ...
... Apem . Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice . Sec . Lord . Why , Apemantus ? Apem . Shouldst have kept one to thyself , for I mean to give thee none . First Lord . Hang thyself ! Apem . No , I will do nothing at thy bidding : make ...
Sida 17
... Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ! hang'd it , have you not ? Tim . O , Apemantus , -you are welcome . Арет . You shall not make me welcome : No ; I come to have thee thrust me out of doors . Tim . Fie , thou'rt a churl ; you've got a ...
... Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ! hang'd it , have you not ? Tim . O , Apemantus , -you are welcome . Арет . You shall not make me welcome : No ; I come to have thee thrust me out of doors . Tim . Fie , thou'rt a churl ; you've got a ...
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Alcib Alcibiades alteration Antony Apem Apemantus Athens Banquo blood Brutus Capell Casca Cass Cassius Collier's Corrector dead death dost doth editor Enter Exam Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Flav Fleance folio.-The fool friends Ghost give gods Grant White Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand Hanmer hast hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio is't Julius Cæsar King Lady Laer Laertes look lord Lucilius Lucius Lucullus Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone Mark Antony means Messala murder night noble Ophelia passage play Poet Polonius pray quartos Queen Re-enter Rosencrantz Ross SCENE second folio Senators Serv Servant Shakespeare sleep soul speak speech Steevens sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art Timon Timon of Athens Titinius Varro villain W. N. LETTSOM Walker's Crit Witch word
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Sida 138 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Sida 159 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant , I honour him ; but , as he was ambitious , I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Sida 157 - and let slip the dogs of war ; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Sida 362 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it...
Sida 159 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Sida 305 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Sida 222 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. — I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, And falls on the other.
Sida 164 - O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Sida 223 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Sida 161 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?